O' the day - 20250617

Mortality is tough. I actively shy away from thinking about it; maybe the lack of inurement is why it hits so hard when I *have* to think about it. When does a person lose enough of themselves that they're no longer the one you remember? What makes you, you? How many personal quirks and attributes need to fall away before there's a stranger in front of you, instead of the parent you once knew?